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Roller-skate shoes My grandmother, as nice of a woman as she is, is not the greatest gift giver in the world. She only looks for one thing when she shops—a bargain. According to her, anything on sale makes for a great gift. She once bought a fake Tommy Hilfiger shirt for me on her yearly trip to Mexico. It was great aside from the fact that one sleeve was nearly six inches shorter than the other. But that’s okay. She saved some money, and it’s the thought that counts. One of the most ridiculous gifts she has ever given me was for Christmas several years ago. This was when “roller-skate shoes” were the big thing. So naturally I wanted a pair like everyone else, but I probably should’ve thought it through when I asked my Mimi for them. We began to open the presents Christmas Day, and I just couldn’t wait! I tore the wrapping off, and there they were—almost. There were roller-skate shoes in the box and, in her defense, I probably should’ve been more specific. Inside, there was a pair of white and pink, size 11 shoes. Maybe I’m being picky, but who could expect an 8-year-old boy to like, let alone fit into, a pair of shoes like that? “Now I know they’re a little big,” she said, obviously missing the color issue at hand. “But look, here is a pair of thick socks I got you so they’ll fit better. You should’ve seen how much they were marked down!” Of course they were marked down! Look at them! But that’s okay. It’s the thought that counts, right? Daniel Grassel | Matthews, Butler High School |
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